User blog comment:Nikolai Banks/Islands of No Return/@comment-25220117-20111123201754

''Five corsairs slunk through the underbrush, slashing at vines and branches with ease as they continued on their way towards their destination, breathing excitedly at the thought of what they were to do once reaching the meeting point of their crew-Bloodshed was a long-sought out thing of theirs, ever since those darned savages destroyed their schooner, slaying their mates and leaving them for dead. Torchlight soon greeted them as they arrived, sloshing through the small, dank swamp-Along with the searoughened, grinning faces of twenty sea rats, weasels, ferrets, foxes and stoats. A searat garbed in a worn sea jacket and a tattered naval tricorn pushed through the crowd, raising a torch, letting the fire dance off his gleeful face'' "Spit `pon yer carvers, shipmates-We're a-goin' t' pay them weevils a visit!" ''The statement was met by the scraping of blades against wood and leather- and the glinting of thirty knives. Those Bloodtails were going to pay!''